Chuck Taylors
He looks at me. “You can’t lie to me, Christopher! It’s plastered all over your face!”
I force a smile.
He looks at me. “You can’t lie to me, Christopher! It’s plastered all over your face!”
I force a smile.
You deserve the world. You deserve to be treated like planets orbit around you, because you are constellations of everything any individual would be so lucky to have.
One by one I turned them down because they didn’t ignite the figurative spark the same way you did.